Exton

Ob watches from the shadows as Pandora turns a page of the magazine she is reading. Chloe was sleeping, giving his woman some quiet time. Her pale eyes opened, fastening on her mother. The small gaze slid past Pandora to light on Ob and she gurgles.

Pandora's head comes up, turning to see what Chloe is talking to, as Ob steps around the end of the bed. The little hands reach and Ob very carefully lifts his daughter. Shifting her to the crook of his arm, he slides his free one around Pandora as she sits up.

"Mi chiquitas..." he nuzzles Pandora's neck, kissing gently. Breathing warmly across her neck, he whispers into her ear. "When you are... less sore and aching... I will make you very sore and aching. Watching you sleep, watching you nurse..." His words falter and he slides his lips along her shoulder. "I adore you, Mi Bruha. Amo usted..."

Chloe squeals and Ob groans. She has wrapped a hand in his long locks, tugging hard at a bright blue strand. He grimaces, leaning away from Pandora to unwrap her little hand. He laughs as she pouts when he tosses the hair behind his shoulder.

"No, no chica. Papa's hair.. we leave that in his head, si? I think I need to ask Darla to send you some pretties. Lots of bright beads. You already like bright colors, we need to find you brilliant colors for your personal space."

He kisses Pandora slowly.

"Ike said all is well downstairs. You need rest Mujer. We will spend the day here. By the way..." he smiles, "Jeb is back."